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Black, gold and red,
Black…despair… gold… fulfilment, money, power… red… blood… black… despair… red… passion, blood, love, power, despair, blood, they’re linked
Black, red and gold are the colours of my pen.
Black for death,
Red… blood, lips, blood,
Gold, money,
Crash,
Black without white,
Gold without silver,
Red without?
Sensual lips, hands, whip, man, passion,
Breathe, darkness, light, mix,
Grey,
Shades of gray,
Grey,
Black and white,
Why black? Is black a colour?
Black isn’t a colour, in physics.
White or pure white?
Never seen it, I wonder if it exist, no one saw it and came back alive.
White the colour you see when you die.
Pure White does not exist.
Pure white is death.
Black is despair.
Gold is power.
Red is blood.
Silver is what comes in between, grey, pure white and shine: life.
Power without the need to live is nothing, only powder.
Death for desperation is the only solution.
Blood? The colour that has comes in between.
Black, red and gold, the colours that make my pen mine.
Pure white, grey and silver are I, Akihito.
Too much despair and I die. When power encloses him I save him, and gives his life back. He kills and I spray powder.
Asami Ryuichi and Takaba Akihito.
I, Akihito, write on white paper these words.
Looking again I see some ink cross blue straight lines. Up and down, even and not, just like our relationship.
The bastard and the kitten.